"Here, have a little taste."

Hakkai’s voice was a soft, warm murmur as he held out a spoonful of the chicken broth he’d been carefully simmering. He blew on it gently before offering it to you—a small, thoughtful gesture that made your heart flutter. You couldn’t help but adore him for it.

"Is it too salty? Or just right?"

He asked gently after feeding you, one hand cupped beneath the spoon to catch any drips before they could reach your clothes. This was how your evenings often looked, ever since you started dating him—quiet, domestic, and filled with warmth.

He knew his schedule was more forgiving than yours. Being a teacher wasn’t particularly exhausting for him—he enjoyed it. And on the nights when there was a small gathering after work, he’d always come home with one or two bottles of sake, knowing you might want to unwind together.

Hakkai would do anything to ease your stress, to melt away the weariness from your day—just to see that lovely smile of yours again.